In the bustling corridors of our school, amidst daily classes and chatter, a silent story unfolded – filled with unspoken feelings and heartfelt moments. Each day brought a mix of anticipation and longing, centered around one person who unknowingly held my heart captive. Despite hints and whispers among classmates, you remained oblivious to the depth of my affection.
« Every glance, every smile felt like a secret confession,» echoing in my mind as I watched you from across the room.
Everyone in the class knows I like you; it’s obvious to them. They see it in the way I light up when I talk to you, how my excitement grows whenever you are around, the way I grin when you walk into the room, and how my heart races whenever you’re near. It’s clear to everyone that I’m in love with you. How can you not see that I like you?
How can you not tell that I like you? How is it possible that you don’t see it? I never say it out loud, but it’s there in my eyes – the way they light up when you walk into the room, the way my heart races when you’re near. You must notice how excited I get when you talk to me, how I laugh at all your jokes, even the ones that aren’t funny. Every part of me shows that I’m in love with you. So how can you be the only one who doesn’t know I like you?
I remember the time when you asked me to sit beside you while we played cards, a simple gesture that sent my heart racing. My hands were trembling, and I could barely focus on the game because you were so close. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
Every conversation we had, every time you looked at me, made the whole world stop for a moment.
I couldn’t even lift my eyes because you were so near. In that moment, a rush of excitement filled me, like a thousand butterflies taking flight inside.
«In the quiet of the classroom, the air seemed to hold its breath as he walked in.»
At one point, our hands accidentally touched, and I quickly pulled mine away, feeling my face turn bright red. You chuckled softly and said, «Don’t worry, I don’t bite,» with a playful smile that sent my heart into a flutter. Our eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
Looking back now, I wonder how you missed the signs that were so clear to everyone else.A question that lingers in my thoughts as I replay our moments together.
I start to think maybe you like me too. The way you call me to sit beside you, how you help me, and the way we share those lingering glances make me wonder. But now, I see that I’ve been fooling myself. To you, I’m just another classmate – nothing more. It’s silly to think you might notice my feelings for you. I’m completely lost in my own delusions.
Night after night, «I lie awake, my mind replaying our interactions like a favorite song on repeat,» hoping against hope that you would notice. «Daydreams of a world where you feel the same consume my thoughts,» weaving fantasies where our unspoken connection could bloom.
In class, my concentration falters as I constantly steal glances in your direction, longing for a smile or even just a brief glance. The anxiety and anticipation of seeing you each day make me both nervous and excited, keeping me on edge, eagerly awaiting the next moment our paths will cross.
My friends often teased me, playfully insisting that it was glaringly obvious how I felt about you. They chuckled at my nervous laughter when you were near, and my eyes lighting up whenever you entered the room. Every action of mine spoke louder than any words could.
Yet, despite the undeniable signs and my undeniable feelings, you remained completely oblivious. It leaves me pondering: how is it possible that everyone else could see it, yet you never seemed to notice or understand what was so unmistakably clear to everyone around us?
Even now, I look back and wonder: «How is it possible that you dont know I like you?»
